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And I enjoyed it. It's beautiful, but it definitely ain't pretty.
Most films of this sort fall into the Hea-vee Message rut. The lead character has an emotive moment of soul-baring, followed by an explosion of uplift and redemption as others truly "see" him/her for the first time. The drunk puts away his whiskey, the daughter hugs her philandering father, the basketball team wins the state finals.
Not this one.
It's a slice of Precious' life. A hideous, hopeless life. And to put it baldly, she's fucked going in and fucked coming out. But she's changed, and her window of hope has grown from a pinpoint to maybe a keyhole.
I can't say this movie isn't manipulative (what movie isn't?), but for a welcome change it avoids the trite hooks you'd expect. For example, Precious lives the life of a whipped dog, but she isn't a doe-eyed waif. She's often sullen and can get snappish and physical when she's angry. She's more real, you'll more desperately want to hug her and soothe her hurts.
For actors, a villain is usually an easy gig. Uncork your inner ham and let it rip, you can't miss. But, I'll say Mo'nique deserved the props and awards she got for her turn as Precious' mom. She was brave to be as repulsive, ugly, and pathetic as she was. On film. For forever. I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out she can't watch her own performance.
If you can stand to be pierced without the salve of a Hollywood ending, Precious is a rewarding experience. Highly recommended.
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